Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.